"Owls are not what they seem"

SOCIAL ISOLATION

A bed made for one.
Twisted sheets under thighs.
Lost in a trance of a distant voice,
speaking softly
at first,
until the rough pleasure
creeps into your mind.
No hands smudging your lipstick,
but your own.
Moments couldn’t be more intense,
even if you allowed a chance
for another someone
to touch you.

Refused invitations.
Deleted messages.
Dates,
cancelled –

all, so you could get lost in the reality
you made for yourself.
Social isolation,
in order to fulfil needs of your body,
connecting across oceans
with another.
You.

This, for me, is a sequence of beautiful, suggestive paintings each with its own emotion. And as I enter each room to look at the painting, I feel the emotion of that particular scene in a way that no painting could ever convey. This is deeply moving and erotically charged,

I must be pretty far gone – I see the sensuality in this piece, but I feel it to be the sleepless nights due to nightmares and memories. staying home, going nowhere except to work and taking my kids places….